to fuck her harder, he did. As the sleigh made its way to the first city on his list, Santa fucked his intern elf in the pussy until he came, shooting jets of peppermint jizz up high inside her.
He would have gone for the ass next, thrusting his gooey, wet rod into her chocolate starfish, but they arrived at the first town too darn soon.
Gasping and panting from her incredible orgasm, Lucy pulled up her panties and trousers and took a seat next to her boss.
He threw his arm over her shoulders and said, “You are going to have one hell of a night. I know just the place to drop you off. It's these three guys, and they're roommates. They've been wanting to have a foursome for a long time, but they haven't been able to find a girl who can handle it.”
“You know everything,” she said, squeezing his leg through his red velvet pants.
“Of course I do, Lucy.” He gave her a tender kiss on the top of her head. “I'll swing by and pick you up again on the way home. You can tell me all about your adventure, and then I'll go home and give Mrs. Claus the pounding of her dreams.”
“That's so cool you two have an open relationship.”
“When you live as long as we do, you have to leave yourself some options.”
Lucy pulled out her purse to check her hair and makeup.
“This is your stop,” Santa said. “Jump when I nod, and remember to hold your breath.”
Lucy poised herself at the side of the sleigh, her arms high over her head.
Santa nodded, and she dove, magically shrinking into an elf-shaped snowflake, and floated down to her destination and in through the chimney. She could have just knocked on the door, but it would be a waste of Santa's best magic.
The house was modest inside by human standards. The enormous TV and all the video consoles made it terribly clear this was a house shared by young men.
Lucy Woohoo got a thrill all the way from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, inside her curly-toed elf boots.
She visited the washroom first, where she tidied up from Santa's escapade (she hoped the man would drink lots of milk to replenish his fluids!) and changed into something she'd brought along.
Before she'd been transferred to the Dildo Department, she'd worked in Lingerie briefly, and she'd modified a sexy silk peignoir to fit her elven frame perfectly. Elves are not short and squat as they are sometimes portrayed in human movies, but they are smaller than humans. They are willowy and incredibly strong—the weakest elf is still stronger than the strongest human, thanks to magic. Except for the pointed ears, Lucy Woohoo could have passed for human, albeit a petite one.
One of Lucy's friends had actually gone for plastic surgery and was working as a petite fashion model and muse for a very famous fashion designer. (Yes, it's exactly who you're thinking of.)
That career wouldn't last forever, as eventually the ears would grow back, but it would be a fun couple of years for the girl.
Lucy smoothed out the silky, lacy fabric. Should she wear the matching panties or not? She thought about it for a moment, then put them on, because men always love pulling them off. It's like opening a beautifully-wrapped Christmas present.
All dressed up, she ran upstairs to see who Santa had picked out for her.
The first man was black, with smooth, dark skin and rock-hard abs. He slept in a bed of black satin, and she was reminded of the packaging for fancy chocolates, though she knew that some black people (and black elves too) didn't like being compared to chocolates. As he slumbered, she waved her hand over his face, dropping her magical elf dust in his face. Like hypnosis, it wouldn't make the man do anything he didn't want to do, but it would push away his need to ask a lot of nosy questions.
He woke up and smiled at the petite woman straddling him in his bed.
He smiled and said, “My name is Ty.”
“I'm Lucy, and I'm going to make your Christmas dreams come true.”
Her pussy started to tingle
He would have gone for the ass next, thrusting his gooey, wet rod into her chocolate starfish, but they arrived at the first town too darn soon.
Gasping and panting from her incredible orgasm, Lucy pulled up her panties and trousers and took a seat next to her boss.
He threw his arm over her shoulders and said, “You are going to have one hell of a night. I know just the place to drop you off. It's these three guys, and they're roommates. They've been wanting to have a foursome for a long time, but they haven't been able to find a girl who can handle it.”
“You know everything,” she said, squeezing his leg through his red velvet pants.
“Of course I do, Lucy.” He gave her a tender kiss on the top of her head. “I'll swing by and pick you up again on the way home. You can tell me all about your adventure, and then I'll go home and give Mrs. Claus the pounding of her dreams.”
“That's so cool you two have an open relationship.”
“When you live as long as we do, you have to leave yourself some options.”
Lucy pulled out her purse to check her hair and makeup.
“This is your stop,” Santa said. “Jump when I nod, and remember to hold your breath.”
Lucy poised herself at the side of the sleigh, her arms high over her head.
Santa nodded, and she dove, magically shrinking into an elf-shaped snowflake, and floated down to her destination and in through the chimney. She could have just knocked on the door, but it would be a waste of Santa's best magic.
The house was modest inside by human standards. The enormous TV and all the video consoles made it terribly clear this was a house shared by young men.
Lucy Woohoo got a thrill all the way from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, inside her curly-toed elf boots.
She visited the washroom first, where she tidied up from Santa's escapade (she hoped the man would drink lots of milk to replenish his fluids!) and changed into something she'd brought along.
Before she'd been transferred to the Dildo Department, she'd worked in Lingerie briefly, and she'd modified a sexy silk peignoir to fit her elven frame perfectly. Elves are not short and squat as they are sometimes portrayed in human movies, but they are smaller than humans. They are willowy and incredibly strong—the weakest elf is still stronger than the strongest human, thanks to magic. Except for the pointed ears, Lucy Woohoo could have passed for human, albeit a petite one.
One of Lucy's friends had actually gone for plastic surgery and was working as a petite fashion model and muse for a very famous fashion designer. (Yes, it's exactly who you're thinking of.)
That career wouldn't last forever, as eventually the ears would grow back, but it would be a fun couple of years for the girl.
Lucy smoothed out the silky, lacy fabric. Should she wear the matching panties or not? She thought about it for a moment, then put them on, because men always love pulling them off. It's like opening a beautifully-wrapped Christmas present.
All dressed up, she ran upstairs to see who Santa had picked out for her.
The first man was black, with smooth, dark skin and rock-hard abs. He slept in a bed of black satin, and she was reminded of the packaging for fancy chocolates, though she knew that some black people (and black elves too) didn't like being compared to chocolates. As he slumbered, she waved her hand over his face, dropping her magical elf dust in his face. Like hypnosis, it wouldn't make the man do anything he didn't want to do, but it would push away his need to ask a lot of nosy questions.
He woke up and smiled at the petite woman straddling him in his bed.
He smiled and said, “My name is Ty.”
“I'm Lucy, and I'm going to make your Christmas dreams come true.”
Her pussy started to tingle
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